The Notebook Rating Novels & Stories

Nina begins to not adapt to his tone, "Lucien, what's your bad idea? Why do you become so tender and considerate?" "I have a good proposal. Do you want to hear it?" "What proposal?" "In the e-disk of the notebook, there is a folder called 'brilliant'. There are some videos in it, which are absolutely more wonderful than this movie. I'm sure you will like it!" "Oh yeah?" Nina is doubtful. "Just look at it. Baby, don't miss me too much after watching the videos!" Lucien hangs up with a smile. "What the hell? Why laughing so obscenely..." As Nina mutters curiously, she opens the 'brilliant' folder in the notebook.

I guess I could get a good enough view of her there… Oh gosh, Anya, that’s so gross. I just shake off the thought and decide to unroll the bag. As I do so, I stumble upon something. I look below me and near my right knee is Sadie’s notebook, slightly ajar. I took them and lay them on the side so I could straighten the sleeping bag. After that, I went back to my place, taking the notebook with me. It is a medium-sized hardbound notebook. It is coated in black but there are a few statements written in what seems like a cut-out white paper taped on the hardbound. Some words have exclamation points, question marks, swear words written in all uppercase, and other words like Shh!, Quiet! It’s Not

With that, she rose abruptly and stated, "Orion's asleep. I shouldn't leave him alone for too long. I'll head back now." … Nick was left alone in the study. His smile faded slightly. His gaze dropped to the scattered documents on the table. Then, a quiet chuckle escaped him. "You've turned me down again," he murmured. Nick walked over to the desk, retrieved a small leather-bound notebook, and opened it. Most of the pages were still blank. On the first two pages, written neatly in red ink, were the numbers "one" and "two". He flipped to the third page and wrote a "three" in the same red ink. Then he closed the notebook, set it aside, and removed his glasses. Leaning back in the chair, he pinc

He flipped through it, and every page of the notebook was filled with words, written neatly and elegantly. He turned his head and said, "Mom, I found a notebook!" Yasmine had just finished blow-drying his hair. She turned off the switch and placed it on the countertop, then took the notebook from Layne's hand. This is a pink notebook that is approximately three centimeters thick, with a matte leather cover and a very good texture. Yasmine opened it, and on the title page it said, "To my beloved daughter." The time was recorded four years ago.

My breathing turned erratic as I read the short note attached to the picture. 'Don't wander alone in the forest, Serenity. You could get hurt' ... Please vote and leave a review of what you think. Lots of love

The cover was a plain, academic shade of navy—serious and subdued, the kind of thing Marken, with his fastidious nature, would’ve chosen for recording research or classified observations. But something didn’t sit right. Alexander’s brows furrowed. A flicker of suspicion darted across his eyes as he pulled out his phone and called Colton. “The missing notebook… Was it more feminine-looking? Something like a softer color?” Alexander asked, tapping the edge of the notebook against his palm. “Yeah. Light blue with floral trim, if I remember right. Why? Did you find it?” Colton responded. “No,” Alexander replied curtly and ended the call without another word.

“Then he paid me to disappear.” I sat very still. She cried without sound. And when she finished, she handed me an old notebook. “This is everything I wrote but never dared to say.” River’s POV Eliza brought the notebook to me the next day. It was small. Brown leather. A ribbon bookmark sticking out from the middle. Inside were twenty pages of handwritten entries. Descriptions. Dates. Feelings. Some pages were barely legible, smeared from water or tears. I’m scared. He said I owed him.

She looked at me. Her words made me speechless. How can I answer her when I haven't found it yet? He was there. He didn't meet her. Is it because of the spat between us? Sometimes this little girl makes me feel speechless. "Well, Keep that tab. Don't know what kind of books you read!" I tried to get the tab from her hands but she pulled it back. "It's the notebook" She pouted. "It's Ipad" I corrected her. "No no, the book's name is The Notebook. Ryan Gosling is in the film. I like him"

she continues, pulling up the film. A collective groan and cheer ripple through the room at the same time. I huff a quiet laugh under my breath. “Seriously?” Tyler leans closer. “What? You don’t like it?” “I like it,” I whisper back. “But you’d think she’d have gone for a Jane Austen adaptation or something.” “Aw,” he murmurs. “Is the Notebook not good enough for you?” Snickering, I pinch his good arm. “Shut up.” “I bet you cried watching it the first time,” he whispers.